Walking with Mozart, on his Birthday

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It’s been snowing for three days… a long-awaited snow…

The car is stuck in the parking, so yesterday I walked a long way

to the post office,

and it felt wonderful!

I had not walked for a long time,

so long it felt like I was just discovering

the sensation of delicate snow flakes

touching my skin…

I walked

on a long, quiet street,

an old street,

with old houses,

some of them remnants of a time when Bucharest

was called “The Little Paris”.

I walked for a long time,

with Mozart’s music playing in my mind…

(whenever I’m alone his music starts to play inside me,

and then I’m not alone

anymore)

I only stopped to freeze some images

of a past long gone,

when people needed beauty

more than they do today,

and so they built beautiful houses

in stone,

not skyscrapers

in metal,

and…

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